While the city starts to sleepShe's watching over youSmoke hangs on the downtown skylineMoon pushes throughBut some people's on fire tonightWind rushing round their feetSomeone's gonna sleep well tonightWord is on the street

So high flyer, high flyerFly high tonightFly angel, fly higherFly here tonight

It's a tribal thing we're seeingWar paint on the faceA question of territory, pride and spacePeople strutting and feathers flyingIt's a sorry sceneSomeone's sleeping well tonightWord is on the street

So high flyer, high flyerFly high tonightFly angel, fly higherFly here tonight

High flying bird embraced himHeld him to her breastSoft feathers brushed his faceFinally came to restGently rocking him to and froHe quietly went to sleepSomeone's found a place of peace tonightWord is on the streetSo high flyer, high flyerFly high tonightFly angel, fly higherFly away tonight